(poole/martin/poole) Losing my senses When you look at me I think that you feel it too But you're playing hard to get with me Sometimes i'm wise And sometimes otherwise Why should we be afraid of anything? Strange we can't trust our wild dreams We play with fire But just as you're touching me Our army of fools march in Just as you're kissing me Our army of fools march in We're getting high from just wondering What if we die before we Ever have the sense to start this thing? I'll shoulder your demons if you'll accept mine So nothing gets in our way Strange we can't trust our wild dreams We play with fire But just as you're touching me Our army of fools march in Just as you're kissing me Our army of fools march in Ooh ooh just as you are Just as you are